Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne’s lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer’s pace.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Human Seasons poem – John Keats poems
- Стихи о советском паспорте – Маяковский: стих “Я достаю из широких штанин” Владимира Маяковского – Poetry Monster
- Shaun White – The Power Behind the Snowboard Throne
- Владимир Маяковский – Notre-Dame
- Федор Сологуб – Я иду от дома к дому
- A Bard’s Epitaph by Robert Burns
- Lines For Winter by Mark Strand
- To a Lady by William Dunbar
- Cradle Song poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Mouse by Mac McGovern
- The Geography of the House by W H Auden
- Валерий Брюсов – Дворец любви
- Drink of This Cup by Thomas Moore
- Николай Гумилев – На Дуксе ли, на Бенце ль я
- Cheery Beggar poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.